Monday 6 April 2015

MY NEW BLOG @ TUMBLR

Its always amazing to start anew! The fun of life lies in rising from good to the better and better to the best. Improvement is the key. Being a newbie in this blogger's town I am trying my best to pen my thoughts down in the best way possible coz when it comes to imagination sky is the limit!

I just wanna thank each one of you across the globe for reading my blog and encouraging me to continue. Getting viewers internationally is the best motivating factor!

I am delighted to inform you that I am starting my new blog at Tumblr - freedology.tumblr.com combination of new ideas & new expressions. Join me there.

All your views are welcome! :)

 

Tuesday 10 March 2015

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE 'MAN' IN A WO(MAN)..!


She fell from the heaven's brink and was born in the arms of the earth! she  produced the kids on this land. She is the mother of the chaps of this Universe. She is the daughter of the Lord. She is a woman! Yes a woman.
Again. And again. Yet again, the fight for females begin. Same issues have been raised previously, same problems crop up in present and God forbid, but same questions may blot the future.  A common query raised by women today is Why only we, the women are being targeted? I have an answer to this. Women are not being aimed at because they are “soft targets” but because they are possibly the ‘toughest targets’. Have you ever seen a person focusing on the floor? Nah. He always aims the moon and the stars, and quite evidently women are nowhere less than the moons and the stars! Is the dart ever aimed at the four corners of the board? No, it hits the center. Similarly men try to attack ‘SELF-RESPECT’ of a woman, which is the center of anyone’s life, the Respect! And , even after repeated attempts when they fail to do so they start denying. They rationalize their ‘Egoism’ by making statements like “ Women are meant to be a ‘bait’ and  we have our right on her.”  Such statements are made because they ‘Fear’ that if women are not pulled down, their Ego will be destroyed. They find it necessary to lock women indoors because they fear that if that ‘beautiful bird’ is left out ,it would fly to a level that’s hard for them to imagine!
Some men like to play blame games, while others love to take credit -“Women need Protection”. Let me ask to these men that have they forgotten the time when they hid under their ‘Mummy ka Pallu’? Have they forgotten those days when their Sister guided them through. Don’t they remember the times when their wives kept their ‘Name and Respect’ by cooking delicacies when their friends came home? Haven’t their daughters relived them from all day tiredness with her magical hug?  Then don’t you think men need ‘protection’?  Why are only ‘Chotte Kapde’ of a woman being questioned and why not ‘Chotti Soch’ of men?
Ever thought about a world without women? It can’t survive. Coz She is the rainbow of this world, spreading colors of love all around! She has the power to Fight Back! Rise up against the atrocities! A woman has the strength to sacrifice. She is not just a lady, she is a Wo(Man)!
Pardon me, if all this while I sounded like a female chauvinist, because I am not! A man in a woman’s life is as important as a woman in his life. A mother needs her son, a sister needs her brother, a wife needs her husband and a daughter needs her father.  Women respect men. They know that all men aren’t rapists. All men aren’t the same. Women like their company. Women loved to be loved! But the point is that women are ‘Independent’ enough to stand on their own feet but they are not ‘Free’ enough to roam in their own country.  Our fight isn’t for Independence but for “Freedom”.
Cheers to Woman Power!  Cheers for the male in a Fe(male), a man in a Wo(man)!

Thursday 12 February 2015

THE THREE MAGICAL WORDS...


While I glance at the glary atmosphere around and peep into those ‘four walls’ inside, my heart pumps LOVE! With every beat, it gets deeper and deeper. That red color blood transforms into a symbol of adoration creating an ambiance of internal peace and satisfaction. Emotions flood in. Love flows through the nerves…  I can feel it.

It’s a beautiful experience.  Love.  It’s everlasting. No feeling is as pure! Truly.

As I proceed, I realize that love is more than songs running in the background. Love is more than Duppattas flying in the air. Its more than that ‘titanic moment’ . More than the common PDAs, much more than the fragrance of roses. More than those proposals and promises. its above gifts. Its beyond expressions! It’s just there. It can’t be measured by the diamond rings you buy . It can’t be counted on the number of meetings you’ve had. It’s neither the proposal on knees nor the prince of my dreams on the horses. It’s more. A lot more. LOVE has no boundaries whatsoever. It’s not just restricted to Boyfriends and Girlfriends. It’s not stereotyped to be between the opposite sexes. No. love isn’t a contract between specifics! It’s a feeling. It can be felt for Anyone and Everyone.

Love in itself is precious:

Love is when your mother passes sleepless nights for you

Love is when your dad secretly puts the blanket on to you when cold



Love is when your brother hands over his first salary to you


Love is when your sister helps you in hiding your mischief

Love is when your grandparents raise their hands for blessings
Love is when your teacher laughs along with you on funny moments

Love is when your children plan cute and innocent surprises for you

Love is when your friend scolds you for forgetting his/her birthday

Love is when your wife runs to the door , coz she can recognize the sound of your footsteps

Love is when your husband fulfills your wishes before you say it

Love is when your  girlfriend cooks for you

Love is when your boyfriend eats it despite its taste without a complaint.

Love is when your age doesn’t fade your feelings.

Love is when you feel the person is within you, if not physically present.

Love is when you don’t hesitate to identify yourself with your partner , you be a gay or lesbian.

Love is when you kiss the mirror and fall in love with your self

Love is in Relationships bound by trust and understanding.

LOVE just cannot be calculated!

So feel the Love this Valentine Season. Just walk into the rooms of your loved ones and confess the amount of love you have for them.

Just verbalize your feelings through the Three Most Magical Words in the world: I LOVE YOU!!

Tuesday 27 January 2015

THE CHANGE


It is extremely  astounding to witness  the uncanny changes taking place in today’s scenario due to the “technolicious”  augment
nowadays.

The other day I was scrolling the facebook posts when I suddenly came across something as weird as “my boyfriend broke my favorite shoe!” What was even more weird was the fact is that it got around 30 likes and 15 comments, all of them trying to figure out who that stupid guy was! Another bizarre thing was a click of the eyebrows  with a caption: “My first time threading job” ( I wonder if she was more interested in showing the pimples on her forehead!).  Boys are no less. I mean though  I have a very few guy friends online still I have ‘heard’ about those cheesy online proposals that are sent by random guys to random girls with pics of their new haircut entitled “This is for you baby” and the girl sending back an emoticons of hugs and kisses. Now that’s the height of stupidity! I was prodded to write this article after such observations!

Today, the techno-savvy world has ruptured all the boundaries  dumping us into an illogical space where we are unable to rationally analyze the pursuits of life. Undoubtedly technology is a great tool but only as long as it is not misused ,forget about misuse, till the time technology(particularly socially networking sites )are not nonsensically applied , its fine. But the day it starts capturing your life and persuades you to publicize your private moments just to seek some unnecessary attention of some unimportant people, you’ve had it!

I would like to admit that I myself post hundreds of posts and pictures quite often and I am an active ‘facebookian’ but at the same time I am far from those irritable stuff that fill fb walls like pics of huge eyes, lips, bums getting 200 likes! Posts like“I am eating sushi, I am drinking wine, I am listening , sleeping ,dying, crying, lying , faking etc. etc. etc. ( the last 2 are quite evident ). It has become as if, if you don’t post pictures or details online the event didn’t happen!( we currently saw some people clicking photos at the newly erected Ram Jhulla when  my dad asked: Is that their new profile pic. LOL !). If we continue like this, in no time we would reach a point where people would start posting : I am having a bath, combing my hair, searching my scarf or I am in the loo! Are events like relationships, heart-breaks, patch-ups so trivial that a post is enough to define it! I am sorry but I disagree. I mean sharing your joy and pain is a totally different issue but publicizing it to gain sympathy and attention? How is it justified? Do you think love of a person can be grasped through the number of likes and comments one gives you on a photo? I don’t think so. ( those irritating posts such as: HIT LIKE IF YOU LOVE YOUR MOTHER, COMMENT IF YOU HAVE FAITH IN GOD. Absolute nonsense!). And what about writing RIPs on the walls of the dead. What sense does it make? Do you think life is so insignificant that writing three words that to which are inaccessible to that person will suffice. I would choose to close my eyes and pray for the soul  for 30 seconds rather than posting an insensitive post which takes around 15 minutes without doing any good to the deceased.

Coming to the Whatssapians and Hike(ians) . Recently I went to the Gurudware where the prayer was on and beside me a lady was busy typing her whatsapp status :”Reciting Ardaas in Gurudware”, after seeing this I remembered one more incident a few weeks back when I visited a temple , inside which a girl was sitting texting to his boyfriend “ Sweet heart meet me in the temple”( I wonder if she was planning to marry!) I saw that because I was again sitting beside her! I can’t wait for the time when we would be sitting at home and sending whatsapp messages to God! (He soon needs to arrange a Wifi or else he’ll have to pay exceedingly high bills! And about Hike, well its stickers are enough. It amuses me as to how the Hike inventors came to know about our freak language usages, to make those awful stickers!( Great job :p) while those targetting status’ on such social networking sites seem to be the most convenient  way to retaliate for the insults in the past! ( extremely funny).

Reaching at the end point of this article I am keen to question the purpose of techno-social sites, it was definitely not to save our time, neither was it to help us get social( How many of you chat to unknown people online, hardly any.) But wait ,  I have got an answer. These sites are actually made to teach us the correct use of technology. It provides us a chance educate, alert, and reach out to a mass population , which could be beneficial for us in terms of voicing our opinions and sharing our views. Something like a e-movement could begin with the help of these sites when necessary Like popular(  TED talks, Aagaas Group, Yug Community etc.).  Ultimately everything has its pros and cons but the choice between them is ours! Surf Smart!

(This article is not  meant to offend somebody and it completely based on general observations.)

Tuesday 30 December 2014

FLASHBACK


One more year goes by

Hangover of which still remains high!

2014, beginning of the MODI SARKAAR

Combined with the cruel fate of Peshawar

A year filled with the world class excitement of FIFA

Along with the loss of an ace cricketer of Australia

 Life at Mars was discovered

While hundreds of people at Sydney were murdered

Ebola virus’ epidemic attacked

The Indonesian plane recently hijacked

Drafting of the country budget by the government

Along with which the waves of Swach Bharat were sent

Where Nobel Prize was awarded to Satyarthi and Malala

Vajpaye and Malviya were honored with Bharat Ratna

A year full of Bollywood Masti

2014 was indeed filmy!

The grand wedding of Salman’s Sister

With Sharukh’s 100 crore Happy New Year!

DDLJ’s 1000 weeks’ grand premiere

 And PK’s controversial goodbye to the year

Starting with the news of our city

Yug Chandak’s murder case – sheer loss of humanity

City member turns Maharashtra’s CM

Nagpur becomes a destination for AIIM

Metro in the city to be constructed

Ram Jhulla finally erected

Yet again one more year passes by

2014 Goodbye!

Happy New Year!

 

Tuesday 2 December 2014

THE MYSTERIOUS VOYAGE


THE MYSTERIOUS VOYAGE


 

Lifeless sperm procures a travel

Passing through an eccentric channel

From a father build to a mother’s womb

It reserves its space in that soothing room

Following a course of nourishment

A life jumps out from the vent!

Primed for a mysterious voyage..

The tiny tot’s divine charm

Relaxing in its mother’s arm

Holding her little ones velvety palm

She cherishes its heavenly look, so calm

Oh! The toddler has entered a mysterious voyage!

 

Leaving its innocence behind

The infant matures overtime

Wedged in cage of accountabilities

 He endeavors to surpass his boundaries

Toils day in and day out

Suffering from the painful clout

He battles throughout the mysterious voyage!

The unstoppable time continues to roll

With the individual baffled in that spinning bowl

This time with a supporting stick

Waiting to retain the life’s kick

A shivery body with the silvery hair

Experience peeping out from the snare

He reaches the brink of the mysterious voyage!

A voyage, known yet unknown

That one has to travel alone

Anticipating a place in the paradise

In his deathbed he lies.

Such is the mysterious voyage of life!

Saturday 8 November 2014

EXPRESSED...


EXPRESSED….



Finally I get down to this. After long conflicts of thoughts I finally penned this. I had been waiting for the ‘correct’ chance and time to publicly express this, but then thought a time can only be correct if you want it to be!

How does entering into an unknown zone feel? Ingoing a new world altogether, after all it’s all about your career. Your dreams. It was a big decision, a really big one. Leaving out a comfortable circle behind to join aliens on another planet?

16 June 2013 was the day. I knocked the door of a renowned CBSE school and it flew wide open! Like my dreams welcoming me. I was faking my confidence. I was behaving as if I knew them since ages, the aliens. Deep inside me was the fear. Fighting inside with the fact I was- I entered a co-ed school. A school which was not reserved for girls alone, which had aliens in it: THE BOYS!  12 years is a long time. Indeed.  A girl for whom nuns and fathers seemed more interesting than the boys. A girl for whom her father and her brother are the only male friends whom she chose to be with. A girl who hasn’t ever thought what its like to talk to a boy. Such a convent educated girl like me suddenly, voluntarily agrees to have boys around her in the same school, class, section for hours together. Oh my! All of it coz of that purpose, the purpose of fulfilling my dreams! The brave me said everybody! Some applauded my decision; some judged me while others commented: this requires guts.

My first day, I was ready to take up the challenge! My plans were working. I was liking it when suddenly I realized that plans weren’t needed. funnily enough the image of cbse students as  Spoilt Brats was proved false. I could relate to people of the ‘other planet’. Aliens weren’t bad at all! I understood.

But you know what it was still a valiant dare. There could be only two possible reactions from a girl on her first ever encounter with boys, strange boys – Either she would dive onto them and would go mad on them  OR would step back, stay away , out of the ‘assumed danger’ altogether. I became the latter.  However Extremes are always bad.

 I became submissive, not literally though. I seldom, actually never talked to boys. I didn’t even wished them , I still don’t.  Now that’s rude, isn’t it? I understood yet couldn’t help it.  Unlike the other girls in my school who met their guy friends with a high five, a hug and like- Kaisa hai be tu? Kaha tha ab tak? Call kyu nahi kiya and on….  But I,  I was blank at those times. Told you it was like aliens meeting! ( apologies) . it looked so normal, so usual. And it was actually quite normal, may be not for me.

Honestly I don’t regret for not being with boys. For my own reasons (which many of you may know). I know that I can’t be ‘touchy’.  Actually I don’t choose to. It’s not my zone. (at least for now and few years hence). And as far as ‘talking’ is concerned, I am progressing. LOL! Like I talk. (I am not allergic to boys, as thought by some). And that’s OK.

Another segment unveils here. An eccentric characteristic of a ‘co-ed’ school: the concept of ‘crushes’.  Like you are supposed to have a crush and if you don’t you are missing something.( that’s something I was told). But I still don’t have one and believe me I am not missing anything. A mere infatuation, really? No. That’s not love and hence no crushes in my kitty. So let’s go to the next step, Boyfriend? Buwwahaha ! No. You know, when you have a boyfriend people tease you with his name but if you don’t have one. Like I, your condition is worse because your friends get a chance to pair you with every passerby! You know pairing and unpairing is their favorite hobby. They start a ‘grooms’ search for you. That’s the limit. And my family, my brother, he saw my facebook and commented so you have guy friends in your friend list (two of them only! Both my classmates! Only.) And he begins teasing. Looks at my angry face and stops. My friends are kind to me on this note. Like they have sacrificed with their hobby for me because they know I don’t like it. They try at times. But that’s fine. They are friends after all. (Love you dearies.).  And then they ‘entertain’ me with their love stories. Stories about their dream date, how they met, love happened and a lot more. Its pleasurable (I am lying.) I am proud to be a Good Listener. Like really! I pat my back.

It doesn’t end here. The talks, the discussions, the jokes. Do you like ‘Non veg’? I am vegetarian. Wait. I am referring to the chats. Each of them is coupled with a double meaning. If you guessed it you would burst out into laughter or else just stare and then slowly start laughing without knowing what the joke was till the time people start laughing at you! That’s fun apparently. Well what about the ‘adult talks’. I wasn’t an active participant then. Now I can be, as a consequence of time.  It becomes an amusing moment for many including me when I comment on an ‘adult talk’. My friends say i am not made for those and vice versa.  But what’s wrong if I ‘talk’ about those. Following it or not following it is a personal choice, knowing is another. They give me a stare as though I, a peace maker am suddenly talking about violence. And they couldn’t take it. They are like you comprehended the joke? Laugh with an applause and a wicked wink! Naughty you! Hawwwww!

Now finally, gags apart. I love this planet. Truly. It’s been a place where my innocence is respected and my simplicity is valued. I know I was, am and will never be forced to change myself. I was never asked to pull my shirt out and roam about without a tie! (I still have my shirts tucked in and ties with the closed collar button). I am never forced to enter an unfamiliar zone. Nobody, not even the aliens ever push me out of my comfort zone. They understood the difference between 12 years of girls' schooling and 2 years at this new place. Acceptance is bestowed on me as a blessing. They themselves advise me not to change. They taught me my worth.  They admire my qualities. They admire me. And I in return have only a single word with me to show my respect for all these people out there: THANKYOU! Thanks for all your support and affection. It counts.  It really does.

I am proud of my decision, proud of my bravery. Now I could actually say this was my best decision! I moved towards the better. I feel like an explorer now and not a mere follower!

And I wouldn’t forget to mention the ladder that led me here.  The convent. I am honored to have been a part of it because it has made me a True Disciplinarian. A girl of virtues.  Thank you! It’s given me a respectful identity in this new planet. And those people aren’t aliens any more. They are friends, cool friends and I adore their company!